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La la la New Romance
02:10
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creme de la creme of the new romance
see how they dream see how they dance
see what they put in the audio machine
their desires are labyrinthine
though their taste may be keen,
on a glassy peppermint afternoon
sitting about waiting for the moon
with the notes they've taken too soon
in the latest style of cryptic runes
who will free them from the piper's tune?
Oh their cursive creations are fine,
and they can laugh while they can dine
but they're as blind as mice when it comes to their feet
they wouldn't know a parsnip from a beat
their rhythm is obsolete!
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Her Eyes
03:25
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She's got a dash of thunderclap
in her storm grey eyes
networks of electricity
laced between blue skies.
Oh to look into her gaze
is to fall through the hemisphere
the whistling whispering winds
are music to your ears
and as you swim through the clouds
ever changing form
the excitement as lighting strikes
forever cold and warm
The world above the stratosphere
right here in her iris
Through the cold and rainy days
here there be fire
and as the heavens catch
with a flash of silver light
another thunderstorm
to put everything right
such a tempest to be had
in just one brief glance
such a power is her's to be had
if she dares to take her chance.
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3. |
Clamp of Winter Blue
04:05
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Candy-mosaic Lampshades
In a corridor beneath the dust
nothing has ever settled right
but revenge seems to be a bust
how to face the broken shards
of a catastrophe from '92
how to become whole again
in the clamp of winter blue
Who is responsible
who made him shout
does anyone actually understand
what this is really about
the stifling turnstiles
that do keep us apart
and most terrified are the ones
who would easily die for their art
the curse of jittering remnants
of thoughts and hopes
now turned ugly and bitter
tell me how do you cope?
there is no easy exit
in this hall of illusion mirrors
and though you are surrounded
you'll find you're short on ears
perhaps you need a soothing song
though nothing would make it right
its all been wrong
ever since that razor edged night
the wisdom of escaping
in the philosophy of the void
well how could you resist
what you can't avoid?
I have no words to repair you
no materiel way to heal you
and colder are the stares of pity
repulsion stabs to the heart
there is no way to bring her back
or erase the tapes gone since
we open ourselves a chasm
and do continue hence
The sky despairs for no one
and the streets have secretes to keep
how to reconcile a broken world
for the good of the children who weep
and each tumbled dew of dawn
hurts as the cavity yawns
and so we hide in our beautiful lies
while the ones with true sight do cry...
the clamp of winter blue
it will get you to
for we are only human too
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4. |
My Peculiar Hours
02:06
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You remember all the faces
and the coloured shoe laces
the songs of the time
each individual rhyme
how do you do it?
remembering every single hour of every single day?
Because for me the seconds just float away.
You recall every sonnets
miscellaneous comments
the crack in the path
that made us all laugh
how do you do it
remembering every single hour of every single day?
because for me the seconds just slip away
Each tick of the clock
new images lock
every step of yours has meaning
no point in my seeming
any more useless
than I already am
and the days will just float away
Do you remember the fights
and the sour delights
the pains of growing
to which monsters you're owning
for your uncanny skill
as time you do kill
while I, I let the seconds slip away
You ask how do I go
from now to and fro
meandering thoughts
to all the things I forgot
sentimental soap
and long lost hopes
and the days one by one
will just slowly float away
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5. |
Photographer Lucida
01:57
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She walks about
with an electric eye
to capture the world
in her own perfect lie
perfect replicas
of what seemed to be
she takes from them
what they could never see
she hangs about in trees
on balconies and corners
to capture the world
in her sleek black cylinders
she knows life
to be ephemeral
yet still she must try to
somehow slow
the rapid decay
as our memories go
and so this moment
which wouldn't be remembered
is now preserved
in her own peculiar way
alive though surely
it does slumber
she's there at the start
the denouement and the climax
evoking each second
to its visual max
why she can't seem to let go
of the fact of our morality
she must try her best
to stave off the bellow
hypnotosis of our reality
she's the one with the clearest view
yet still she cannot accept the fact
that we must all one day die
subject to some unknown cue.
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Look what they have done
02:25
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look what they have done to you
they've lacquered her with stars
studded her with oyster pearls
and plasticized your eyes.
Now they stare out blankly
as if you never cared
but I know you do
even if they won't let you
Look what they have done to you
posed you like a mannequin
used your good nature
for advertising campaigns
they photoshopped your eccentricities
and plucked you like a chicken
until you went insane
and then they filled your veins with preservative so you'd never change
they made you as un-natural
as pop-tarts and cellophane
and paraded your photo
and scrawled her name in vain
they insulted your imperfections
and powdered them dry
and rigged your eye lids
so you'd never be allowed to cry
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7. |
Live Like Badgers
02:37
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We live like badgers
Catering to the latest noise
Blending our blindsided rhythms
To the groove of all the girls and boys
Living the Spaceship Life
Far beneath the City
to leave our levitating listeners
would really be a pity
Our managers
are the oily shadows
our audience
are the soil-y windows
and barking the night away
don't even try to describe the genre we play
We play like Badgers
We are sure to hear you
with our telephoto ears
and change so quick
watch this illusion as we disappear
We live like badgers
and like badgers watch us disappear.
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8. |
Who is the Figment?
02:10
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are you the figment?
or am I the figment?
maybe we're all
just crumbling pigment
Its frayed and its finished
in the blink of a day
what seemed so perfect
now fades away
Too good to be true
I've heard it all before
tell me who are you?
Stealing my heart
and heading for the door
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Train Song
02:52
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I like to watch the trains as they pass
Going slow or going fast
drowning out an angry mumble
by that old constant cheerful rumble
In the rain or in the snow
I like to watch the trains as they go
headed for someplace new
and for a brief moment I'm there to
All my worries speed away
to watch the trains just once each day
a pause, a breath and here it comes
Love to watch those train cars run
train's a'bound for somewhere
I imagine this place free of cares
what goes one beyond those tracks
can't explain it, but I know it to see those train cars pass!
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Might live our separate lives
Existing for what we strive
Or not perhaps we take it slow
and see just way things do go
A book of words was read to me
when I was a very young tree
and the moralization of waking up
was fed to me in a chipped blue cup
With all the things I see each day
I have a hundred things to say
but so often silent I stay
at the expense of finding a better way
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she made tea from the potpourri that hung from the bathroom door
and served it to her friends at promptly ten after four
but if they were really the friendly type no one's really sure
when they finished their custard tarts they banged their spoons for more
She's the eclectic type if we're being quaint
but sane, savvy, or considerate are three things she ain't
if you have any doubts just see the landscapes she paints
for the scenes beyond our wildest dreams will surely make you faint
she'll be leaving town soon and heading for the park
because her favorite pastime is to drive about in the dark
and hurtle discs at passers by if she's on a lark
if she passes your neighborhood she'll be sure to leave her mark
I've seen her consuming odd colours of soup around here,
with that crazed glazed galavanting lear
but she hasn't gone out for the croquet team in over a year
she much prefers to dine alone and think of all our world fears
of all the ghouls and gas masters on her invitation list
only a fraction of them have ever earned her kiss
and though these academic types sure know how to get pissed
she would want nothing less than something this disastrous
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